This reminds me of a relationship between a man and his cigarette. There is a certain sense of romantic irrationality in it... a "no-giving-a-rats-ass" outlook towards the reality they are faced with.
And there are no vicitms here. Just two divided entities trying to find comfort from each other. And there is a respectable level of understanding in the middle of it all...
"I let go of the bridge
you let go of my wooden frame
I am embracing my salty future"
...as if ends of everything are inevitable enough for one to be contented with the simple pleasures of still waters and graffitti sanctuaries.
Atleast... that's how it connects with me.
Anyway, I like the way this poem maintains its composure towards the end. I, personally, have a tendency to go overboard and ruin the entire thing but I'm glad that you didn't succumb to that. I can picture this piece being overdone towards the end... but I'm glad for its refinement.
I also loved how the combination of your word choice and imagery depicted a sophisticated trashiness.